-1Applying Make Up

Amu followed Kukai, but kept rather quiet, not knowing what she was supposed to do now. She had entirely forgotten about this date with night Ikuto; well she was more occupied with Aunt Lulu who had just come back so it couldn't be helped. Even with a reason though, Amu couldn't bring herself to calm down over the fact that she had once again forgotten. The last time she did, the consequences were severe and Amu would remember it for life. Amu suddenly stopped walking and began to panic. She grabbed onto Kukai's arm tightly, "Ikuto...he isn't hurt is he? Ikuto is alright isn't he?"

A startled Kukai tried to calm Amu down by gesturing her to be quieter. "What are you talking about?"

"Last time," Amu said, "last time I forgot about meeting Ikuto, he got hurt and then..." Amu couldn't finish her sentence, she didn't want to say it, she didn't want to say that night Ikuto had tried to kill her, thinking she had betrayed him. The emotions tied to that memory were too painful, even now.

Kukai smiled and patted Amu's hand, "calm down. Ikuto is fine and if I had to say, probably better, since he's in a good mood."

Amu sighed in relief, "is he really in a good mood?"

Kukai nodded. "I haven't seen him for the past few days, basically since the last time I saw you as well."

"You haven't?" Amu said, slightly shocked. She knew day Ikuto was there every day since he didn't disappear like the time before, but Amu never expected that night Ikuto wouldn't appear either. Thinking back, the day Aunt Lulu arrived should've been the last time where Amu had met with night Ikuto, the time that Kukai was referring too; it was also the time with the whole Sanjo ordeal. What did this mean? Does it mean Ikuto's personality switches aren't regular or...something else? Amu felt herself getting worked up again. It was a problem if Ikuto's switches were uncontrolled or didn't follow a pattern, Amu would never be able to predict when night Ikuto would suddenly appear, just like today. It wasn't even night time and night Ikuto is already out.

"What are you thinking of?" Kukai asked, having closely eyed Amu for some time, watching her expression become more and more tense and worry-some. He felt something was wrong.

Amu looked at him, tried to put on a small smile but couldn't. "I'm just nervous to see him again."

"Is that how it feels?" Kukai asked, feeling more relaxed now that he knew there was nothing serious that made Amu look so worried. He couldn't help but study her closely; curious to know why she associated herself so closely with Ikuto; it seemed after all that Ikuto and this girl are from two completely diverse worlds. Kukai restrained himself from saying anything out loud as he remembered the scene in his mind. He still needed to clarify that scene he accidentally witnessed. Kukai resumed to the conversation, "when you love someone, do you always feel nervous about them?"

Amu blinked. She really didn't know since she wasn't in love with anyone herself. The love she has for Ikuto is that of one towards a family and father. It was in a different context to what Kukai was referring too. Amu hesitated a little, "I guess. I'm pretty sure that's what its like."

Kukai looked away from Amu and pointed towards the direction of his house. "Ikuto's probably waiting. Want to walk a little faster."

"Yes," Amu said, picking up her pace to keep up with Kukai's. As she got closer and closer, Amu felt herself suddenly really uneasy. Her mind kept saying, don't worry, it is still Ikuto. But deep down Amu knew this wasn't the case. Even in the same body, the two unlike personalities of day and night Ikuto; they were so dissimilar, did such contrasting things and lived such a different life that they were initially two separate people. Amu simply can't ignore this fact as much as the fact that she and night Ikuto were still very distant.

They arrived at Kukai's house at last and Kukai opened the locked door with his key. Amu went in without having to be told. It wasn't her first time in this tacky house so she was quite familiar with it in some senses and didn't feel like it was intruding.

"You're late."

Amu gazed at the irritated Ikuto before her, who had quite a sharp look in his eyes. She had almost forgotten that Ikuto could look and act this way; wild and anything but soft and gentle. There was no mistaking that this was night Ikuto.

"Don't be like that Ikuto," Kukai said, leaning against the wall, "at least she's findable unlike you."

"Aren't you supposed to be off?" Ikuto asked without glancing away from Amu.

Kukai stared at the back of Ikuto. He was uncertain of leaving Amu alone with Ikuto, since Ikuto had a tendency for violence and his temperament was basically unpredictable. He wasn't worried about Amu as such but rather for Ikuto. Kukai threw some keys at Ikuto which he caught. "Don't do anything rash. I'll tell her you're not coming tonight."

"Tell her I promise to go the next time," Ikuto said, turning to give Kukai a small smile, "make sure she doesn't throw a tantrum."

Kukai sighed, "That's impossible in its own way. Have fun then."

Amu watched as Kukai left, wondering who this girl they were referring to was, but that wondering was quickly replaced by the fact that now it was just her and night Ikuto in the house. Her nervousness struck her again; she looked away from Ikuto, a part of her wanting to be elsewhere. Despite this person before her is still Ikuto, the way he dresses and his expressions, they were too different for comfort.

"Why do you look like that? Why do you look as though you want to get away?" Ikuto asked which startled Amu. "Is this the kind of expression you should be having when facing someone you claim to love..."

"No," Amu almost shouted immediately, not wanting there to be any misunderstandings. She didn't want night Ikuto to know she was lying. "I'm just ner-"

"Nervous," Ikuto said for her, "is that really the case? Well looking at you now, you're no good."

"What do-" Amu was in the middle of saying before Ikuto walked away into another room. She hesitated whether to follow him or not; deciding that since he never asked her to follow she should stay where she was stood.

He returned quickly with some clothes in his hands. He shoved them towards Amu, "change into these."

Amu looked at him, confused with his demand.

Seeing Amu not moving, Ikuto grabbed her school bag from her hands and threw it away; then quickly picked her up, surprising her so much that she didn't know how to react and carried her into the closest room. He dumped her onto the floor and got on top of her, holding her still by the waist with his thighs.

"What are you doing? Please stop, please get off me..." Amu cried, beginning to get frantic. Was he trying to do something bad to her again?

Ikuto put his hands over Amu's mouth and gazed into her eyes, "you're annoying. If you don't want us to be on bad terms then do as I say. Close your eyes and don't move."

There was something in his tone of voice that made Amu feel she was compelled to listen. She clenched her hands into a fist and shut her eyes as he requested; her body shaking from not knowing what he wanted to do to her. Amu made a mental decision. She had decided to try and do as he says to please him, not wanting her effort to get closer to him go to ruins, but she also decided if he did anything she felt was going to harm her, she'd stop him.

Amu took a breath as Ikuto moved his hands off her mouth. She had her eyes closed but shuddered at his touch, feeling his hands in her hair, brush her face and then her neck. She found herself unable to breathe for the split moment as she felt him taking off her coat, and then started unbuttoning her shirt. Amu tensed up, forcing her eyes to remain shut, not knowing how long she could stop herself from reacting. There was a voice in her mind that said, he hadn't done anything yet, but how much was counted as doing something. He was stripping her, wasn't that a good sign for her to be scared of what he would do to her afterwards? Amu was so anxious that she seemed to loose sense of her surroundings, hear nothing but her loud heart beats. The image of the time when Ikuto was touching her body and kissing her neck came to her mind and she couldn't stand it anymore. Amu opened her eyes and shouted, "STOP!" sitting up only to meet with the irritated expression on Ikuto's face. Amu blinked, looking at Ikuto who had a lipstick held in his hand.

Ikuto grabbed Amu's face and pulled it close, "did I not tell you to not move or open your eyes. I can't apply the make-up if you do that."

Amu blinked again. What? What did he just say? She twitched a little at the touch of the lipstick upon her lips. She stared at Ikuto whose focus was on her lips as he painted them a pretty pink colour.

Ikuto sighed, moving away from her. "Seriously, I didn't think it'd be that hard to apply make-up on a girl when they're moving." Ikuto put the lipstick into a cosmetic bag and turned to look at Amu. "Well, at least now you look good and ready. I'm putting this back, go to the bathroom and take a proper look."

Amu slowly got up from the floor and did as she was told. Se gasped at her own reflection though, not expecting herself to be able to look like this, so elegant and pretty. What was more unimaginable to her was not just the make-up but the clothes she was wearing. It wasn't her own uniform but a really stylish skirt that wasn't too short and a top that had a cute cutting around the neck. "He was just changing my clothes... " Amu whispered.

"Obviously," Ikuto said, "I don't want to create trouble for myself and get unwanted attention because of your school uniform. By the way you looked so shocked though, you probably didn't think that I was just dressing you up right?" He put his arms around Amu's waist and whispered into her ears, "were you expecting something else, something naughtier?"

Amu felt her face getting hot and blushed from embarrassment. She pushed away from Ikuto gently and ran out of the room. How could she think that he was going to do something bad to her? She felt slightly ashamed for not trusting Ikuto was a good person.

Smirking, having got an amusing response from Amu, Ikuto stepped out the room after her, grabbed his jacket and put it on. He stood at the door, "what are you still waiting for?"

Amu grabbed her own coat and ran towards Ikuto. They stepped out the house and started to walk on the streets when Ikuto asked, "so where are we going?"

Amu looked at him blankly and confused.

"Since you're the one who confessed shouldn't you be the one more worked up about things like this - about the date I mean," Ikuto said, looking at Amu closely, "normally, wouldn't you be excited that your going on a date with the person you like and become paranoid enough to plan a schedule or something for the date or day? Your reaction is weird." Ikuto grabbed onto Amu's face again and turned it towards his, leaning in, "We'll ignore the fact that you saved me. I'll ask you once more. Where you lying when you said you liked me?"

Amu felt herself shake and almost, if her thoughts were real, she'd be shrinking beneath Ikuto now and disappearing into mother earth. How should she put things? She didn't expect night Ikuto to be such a cautious person. Why did he have to constantly ask over and over again, be so suspicious of her. Amu doesn't know how much longer she can keep this lie up, but she needed to. Only thinking of convincing night Ikuto, Amu blurted out, "I did. I've made a really detailed plan for today because I've been thinking of today all the time. Please believe me. My feelings for you are real and I did prepare myself for this date. I've got so many places I want to go to on today's date I'm just afraid we won't make it with such short time." As soon as Amu finished saying it, she regretted straight away, knowing she did the exact opposite of her words.

Ikuto let Amu go and demanded, "ok. I'll let you take over then."

Amu held back her gulp and tried to calm down. How the hell was she supposed to lead this date when she was the one who forgot about it and was and is still completely unprepared. There must be a way around this. She should be able to come up with something…hopefully.